"Sargasso Sea," he said reflectively, between puffs of his pipe, after the idlers had left the store. "Yes, 'tis a fact, Niece Louise. That's what Abe drifted in for years—a mort of seaweed and pulp."
"What do you mean, Uncle Amazon?" gasped the girl, shocked by his words.
"This," the master mariner said, with a wide sweep of his arm taking in the cluttered store. "This was Abe's Sargasso Sea—and it come nigh to smotherin' him and bearin' him down by the head."
"Oh! you mean his life was so confined here?"
Cap'n Amazon nodded, "I wonder he bore it so long."
"I am afraid Uncle Abram is getting all he wants of adventure now,"
Louise said doubtfully.
Cap'n Amazon stared at her unwinkingly for a minute. Then all he said was:
"I wonder?"